Fang Zhongjin and the four of them in a room originally thought that they could be invited to the middle courtyard after winning the competition.

But who thought that the next day they waited from dawn to noon, as if they had been completely forgotten.

And the atmosphere in the Huashan faction was extremely strange.

Many people are busy and deliberately mysterious.

First of all, many disciples of the upper courtyard went door-to-door to ask what strange people they had seen.

After making trouble for an hour, he sent all the disciples in the sect to surround Soushan from the foot of Huashan.

The disciples in the lower courtyard were all used to being lazy.

They are not like other disciples who practice martial arts all day long.

Now that the sun is shining, it should be a good time to take a nap.

But he was suddenly pulled out to search the mountain, and everyone had a resentment in their hearts.

In a place as steep and steep as Huashan, there are only a few mountain roads that can be walked.

Now he suddenly said that he wanted to search every inch of the mountain. For these lower court disciples, it is indeed a bit difficult for strong people.

What's more, although no one told them who they were looking for, many of the lower court disciples had already guessed in their hearts that what they were looking for was the bald young man they met by chance last night.

It is said that the young man had to sit in a sedan chair even when he went up the mountain, so how could he escape alone into the deep mountains and old forests now?

Trachea, no one dares to stay in the house and not leave. What's more, it's not just the people in their lower house who come out to search the mountain.

Seeing that the disciples of the entire Intermediate Court and the Upper Court were mobilized, they were all mobilized.

In this way, although this Huashan is big, there are Huashan disciples searching everywhere.

I searched from noon to evening. It was getting dark, and little by little torches were shining in the mountains.

From a distance, these torches are like a handful of gold dust scattered casually in the pine waves of Huashan, which is very beautiful.

The heat of the morning had been forced back by the mountain wind, and what remained was a chill that made those lower courtyard disciples shiver incessantly.

The little lunch in the stomachs of the disciples in the lower courtyard had already been digested and there was nothing left. Still no one called them back.

Gai Xing couldn't restrain the resentment in his heart, and said: "It's all like this, the one who hasn't been found yet." So what kind of martial arts is the person we are looking for? Even if we accidentally run into us, they will attack us. ”

With that, he raised his hand and slashed his neck, making an exaggerated movement.

The disciples next to him listened to his words and deeply agreed with him in their hearts. With the mountain breeze blowing, they each felt a burst of shrinkage.

Just when everyone was feeling uneasy in their hearts, they suddenly heard a squeaking sound from someone in the pine forest not far away. I couldn't hear what was being said.

Gai Xing shrank his neck, pointed to the place and asked, "Is this a human or a ghost...... I saw that there seemed to be someone dressed in white. ”

Wang Su glanced at him with disdain, and shouted to that place, "Is it Senior Brother?"

Although this punishment was searched for by these disciples of the lower house. But maybe you'll run into a disciple from another academy who has been separated.

It's just that no one answered Wang Su's question, and the sound that was squeaking just now suddenly stopped.

Master Rabbit frowned and said, "How can any of our Huashan disciples wear white clothes? Could it be the bald young man I am looking for!"

No one can remember what color he wore when he met the bald young man that night.

But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it must be him. Wang Su was a little bolder, and walked a few steps forward tentatively in front of the rabbit master and the others.

Gai Xing whispered behind him: "Maybe that person's martial arts are very high! Senior Brother Wang must be careful!"

Wang Su said without looking back: "Kung Fu is really so high, how can you let us come out to look for it?"

Gai Xing pouted and didn't speak, but thought in his heart: If you really want us to die, it's not impossible!

Wang Su lightened the sound of his steps and continued to walk forward.

Everyone looked at his half-bent figure, walking step by step towards the depths of the forest.

Suddenly, everyone heard a scream coming from nowhere.

Then a strong wind blew in their faces, forcing everyone to raise their arms to resist.

When everyone stood up again, they found that Wang Su, who was cautiously exploring the way forward just now, had fallen to the ground without saying a word.

Master Rabbit, they hurriedly stepped forward and turned Wang Su's body over.

Seeing that he was still breathing weakly, and knowing that he had just fainted, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Look at the back of his head and bulge a big bag. I think I was knocked unconscious.

Fang Zhongjin, who has the highest martial arts on weekdays, does not like to meddle in things, and these people in the lower courtyard can't help but love to put Wang Su in front.

Now that Wang Su suddenly fainted, everyone was in a mess for a while.

Gai Xing said in a trembling voice: "I said that the bald young man has a very high martial arts!"

Master Rabbit frowned and said, "We didn't see each other when they went up the mountain, and that young man couldn't even avoid a loose ball. It's not like a person with strong martial arts!"

Gai Xing took a deep breath and said, "That's either a bald young man, or a ghost......

As soon as these words came out, several lower courtyard disciples all turned white, and their hearts trembled.

Everyone couldn't help but raise their eyes to look at "Tuo Nan Sheng" who was standing far away. Now Wang Su, who loves to worry about idleness, is unconscious.

Among them, only "Tuo Nan Sheng" has the strongest martial arts. When people encounter danger, they spontaneously want to find support.

Although they knew that the usual "Tuo Nan Sheng" was reluctant to come forward, they couldn't help but regard him as the backbone at this time.

Fang Zhongjin couldn't help frowning slightly when he saw everyone looking at him.

He was standing far away just now, and he didn't see how Wang Su was knocked unconscious.

But he knew that "Zhu Yunwen" was indeed a powerless deposed emperor.

He didn't even want to kill himself last night, how could he become a haunting master after a day?

Maybe there's something strange in this mountain forest. And "Zhu Yunwen" is still a very important person to himself today.

Before he had brought out the three strange locks in the martial arts, Fang Zhongjin didn't want him to get out of his eyes.

Seeing that he said calmly to the rest of the people: "I don't know what the strength of the other party is. But Senior Brother Wang is dizzy now and can't ignore it.

You can take him back to the door for medical treatment first, and leave it to me here." ”

Fang Zhongjin's words caused everyone to cheer secretly.

At this time, everyone's stomachs were already hungry, and the mountain wind was cold for a moment.

No one wants to stay here any longer, but no one has come to tell them to go back. Can only continue to suffer time in the mountains.

Now that "Tuo Nansheng" has volunteered to accept the mission, and they have such an upright reason as "escorting the same door for healing", no one wants to continue to stay in the chaotic forest.

Everyone agreed, and seven or eight people rushed to carry Wang Su, who was unconscious. Swaying and shoving down the hill.

Fang Zhongjin saw that they had finally walked out of a journey. Then he looked up at the mountain forest again.

He bracked his ears carefully, trying to distinguish the different sounds from the sounds.

I heard the mountain wind like a bored hand, repeatedly plucking the branches and leaves of the pine trees, making a sound of endless friction.

At that moment, a sharp and miserable shout broke the silence of the chaotic forest.

Fang Zhongjin's expression froze. The cry was clearly mixed with the screams of many people. But there was only a sound in unison, and no sound could be heard after that.

Could it be that the group of disciples who had just come down the mountain were suddenly plotted against by someone?

But how did the enemy subdue everyone with just one move, without any more screams and shouts?

Could it be that "Zhu Yunwen" is really a martial arts master who should not be underestimated?

Fang Zhongjin had to hurry in the direction where the shouting sound was made.